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🍎- What’s their favorite fruit? 🍞- Do they get healthy, whole grain style foods? 🥔 - How do they prefer potatoes? 🥕- Do they like vegetables? 🍇 - Have they ever drank an alcoholic beverage? 🍒 - What’s their favorite smoothie flavor? 🍗 - Are they a vegetarian or vegan? 🍟 - Do they like fast food? If so, what’s their favorite type? 🍕 - Do they like pineapple on their pizza? 🥞 - What’s their favorite breakfast? 🌮 - Do they like spicy foods? 🍦 - What toppings do they like on their ice-cream, if any? 🍫 - Chocolate or vanilla? 🍰 - Cake or pie? 🍬- What’s their favorite candy? 🍩 - Do they often have a sweet tooth? 🍪- What’s their favorite type of cookie?
alright guys I'm ordering pizza! What toppings do you guys want?
spicy Italian sausage!
pepperoni and mushroom!
Lance, Pidge, Hunk:
*shrugging* ...what? It's good!
okay, I love to create works of art in the kitchen but fruit NEVER goes on pizza!!
yeah, man, that's just gross! Plus EXTRA pineapple?!?
Thank you, Hunk! That's so wrong! First you say you're born in S.Korea, next its being raised Texas, we all come to find that you're half GALRA! AND NOW YOU SAY YOU LIKE PINEAPPLE..no EXTRA PINEAPPLE PIZZA!!! WHAT THE QUIZNAK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!
Lance calm down! It's just pizza!
we're dating! Been dating for 5 months now! So the real question is, what's wrong with YOU?
everyone gets their own pizza, Keith, good news for you no one will touch your leftover pizza
(I love extra pineapple pizza and my family thinks it's the weirdest, grossest thing ever)
[8-panel comic of two stick-figure girls talking together. One is eating a sandwich and says, “Oh, this is so good! You should really try it!” The other replies, “Um, I can’t–the whole gluten thing, remember?” The first girl says, “Come on, it can’t be that bad!” The other girl angrily swipes the sandwich from her hands then smacks a piece of bread on either side of the first girl’s face. In true meme fashion, she asks, “What are you?” The first girl replies, “An idiot sandwich.”]
Assalam Aleikum there, Youtube, uhh… Sheikh Sayed Skitty here, back at it with another video, Alhamdullilah… Uhh… today Im gonna be unboxing and reviewing Medina Pizza Kitchen… Uhh… Limited Edition Spicy Chipotle Halaal Edition, Inshallah..
Real Name :Evan Symbol :Owl Color :Red Weapon :Guns and a dagger (training session only), grenades Skills :Prefers both long and short range fights/combat, trained by Jonathan at first to become more expert on combat, expert with guns Likes :guns(has a collection), cars, sweet stuff, pizza, his mom’s spaghetti, video games Dislikes :horror movies, bitter and spicy food Background :Evan is a wealthy teenage who became a rebel/villain after a terrorist attack which killed his parents. He wasn’t much of a good fighter at first until the attack happen and Delirious began training him.
Real Name :Jonathan Symbol :Raccoon Color :Blue Weapon :Knives and a metal bat (street fights only), only prefers a shotgun for guns Skills :highly-skilled with short range fights/combat (becomes brutal when in rage), good with guns, expert with knives Likes :knives(has a collection), motorcycles, spicy food, teddy bears, video games, Jason Voorhees, horror movies Dislikes :sweet food (except chocolates as long as mint flavor) Background :Jonathan is a “normal” teenager who loves playing video games, and a son of highly-trained soldier of a father and kind mother. He became a rebel/villain when his father killed his mother over an argument in front of him.
Both living a different world, the two met during a terrorist attack when a raging Jonathan stumbled upon a mourning Evan over his dead parents’s bodies. Jonathan hesitantly helped Evan escape from more terrorists coming towards them and decided to stick together and started knowing each other’s life. They decided to team up and kill as much as terrorists as they can. Even after the attack, they keep killing people that commit crimes in Los Santos.
There’s a hut on campus, down by the Mechanical Engineering building. It backs onto the forest, so of course, it’s entirely out of bounds now. It’s old, clearly, but it doesn’t seem to be falling apart in any major way, just crumbled at the edges, although it seems like it’s always been that way.
It’s got stone walls, but a wooden porch, the planks and railing bleached by the sun. Hanging from the rafters are different wind chimes, made of strange, warped pieces of metal. Some of them shine, as though they were polished yesterday, whilst others are brown with rust. When the wind blows, sometimes they clatter loudly, as though they are warning bells, and sure enough, within a day or so, a storm will hit campus, or someone will go missing, one of the cats is found dead, hanging from a doorway, or lamppost.
When the chimes start to clatter and clang, everyone listens. There’s a scrambled for iron jewellery, salt crunches under your feet, people wear clothes inside out, milk and chocolate are outside every door, and everyone is inside before ten, and anyone who isn’t, is gone for the rest of the year.
Sometimes, the wind won’t even have to blow, and the chimes will ring and clang and clatter. It’s only happened twice. The first time, a professor died. Her body was found crumpled at the foot of the staircase leading up to the astronomy classes. She didn’t even teach astronomy. Apparently, the students were told she had been drunk, and had fallen.
However the boy who found her said that her ribs were splayed open, there was blood on the floor, most of her insides missing, her lips drawn back in a snarling smile. There was no blood on the staircase.
The second time, a student was found dead in the boys bathroom on the seventh floor of the physics block. It was by a teacher, so there was no eyewitness account, but the first students to walk into the lab directly below the bathroom on the sixth floor said that there had been blood dripping down slowly from the light fixtures.
No one goes to the bathroom on the seventh floor, and no one stays in the lab on sixth after dark.
When the chimes ring soft and sweet, almost musical, but not quite, the cats flock to the small hut with the bleached porch, and students smile. Money is found in hoodie pockets, lost socks return, and blown light bulbs are replaced. Students and professors alike seem less tired, and tests seem easier.
When the chimes ring, good times come, when they clang, people run.
That was the unofficial motto that was whispered across campus.
The hut also has a garden, a beautiful garden. There’s lavender, and rosemary, parsley, sage and thyme. There are roses, orange, pink, yellow, white, and various shades in between. The stone pathways is made up of smooth white rocks from the river, and they’re always slightly warm to the touch.
There are other plants too. Plants with no names. Plants that glow during the full moon, plants that snake across the lawns at night, and slither home during the day. There’s a plant that mirrors the creepers strangling the library, with four seasons smeared across its leaves. There’s a plant that smells like coffee and chocolate and marshmallows and rainy days. Another that smells burnt, but the nice kind of burnt, like toast.
There are lots of stories about the hut, but only one that everyone talks about. Everyone talks about it, but when you ask someone about it, they forget. Maybe everyone is just in on the joke, but then again, this is Elsewhere University.
A/N: Thanks for the lovely ask! I thought this one would be easy to write, but it harder than I imagined. This time, my lovely writing friends jumped in with a ton of ideas on how to make the story realistic. Thank you, as always, my friends! ( @little-black-dress-24, @niallandharrymakemestrong, @melissas173, @emulateharry) I’m so appreciative that they let me hang out with them and that they share their honest opinions about my writing. They push me to be better every time. Go read their writing. You won’t be disappointed.
I love my sister-in-law. Honestly, few people could have survived my Code Pink. Indeed, many had been ruthlessly eliminated from dating my brother early in the protocol. Plus, I’d been able to help Harry with his Code White when he was ready to propose to her. I’d heard all about the proposal once he decided she was The One, but honestly….she’s the best sister-in-law I could have asked for.
Whenever I’m bored or Michael is busy, I head over to my brother’s house, especially when he’s out of town on tour like he is now. My SIL and I get along as if we were born sisters. We laugh at the same things, and I love that she is always willing to listen to my stories about my cat or the latest piece I’m writing. Which is how I find myself at Harry’s house tonight. My little brother is out of tour with his second album; I think he’s somewhere in Asia tonight. Maybe Japan? Who knows? I can’t keep up with his schedule.